Astaroth Awakens Ch. 13

While Astaroth is away, Desire and Viscera decide to have a day away from the city on their own to enjoy each other's company. However, during the walk to their cottage, they get attacked by a relentless demon huntress and her enormous warhorse mount. Desire, thinking fast, corrupts not the huntress... but her mount, and the newly born demon stallion is hungry for who he considers his mate and wife.

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A comforting quiet covered the forests in the outskirts of the Demon Lord's capital.

After Lord Astaroth had liberated the city from its stiff mortal rulers and rules, the city had descended into an impossibly long bacchanal of confessions and earthly delight amongst those who had been embraced by his essence and assumed new demonic forms with which to enjoy their desires.

But after a couple of months things had slowly calmed and a modicum of stability had returned, with many returning to their old jobs or taking up new ones so the city may keep running.

This is not to say, things were as before Astaroth had arrived, passions were flourishing everywhere, with families breaking and reforming so they better fitted those that had been embraced, relationships becoming fluid as everyone felt compelled to look for joy amongst others.

Desire, Lord Astaroth's first and favorite succubus in this realm, had been raised and empowered thanks to some "acquired" seraph essence to the position of Queen, her Master tasking her with the care of their realm while he was away spreading his love to the mortals that surrounded them, for even though he would have preferred for others to come to him, he was keenly aware to most wouldn't do it without a push and, even worse, would try to destroy them in their ignorance.

The now elevated succubus queen, was still coming to grips with her new overflowing power, no longer to work as a conduit for her Master when serving him, but able to use her own essence to embrace others into their cause.

She had done so with some supplicants that had willingly come to join them, but it was still a skill to master for her.

Tougher still had been sorting out the needs of the city, for orgies and revelries produced no food or goods that they needed, for while Lord Astaroth's essence kept them healthy and energised while he was closed, until such a day that the whole plane was embraced by him, they still needed some mortal necessities.

Thankfully, Astaroth had left with Desire some of his most trusted demons so they may assist her ruling and, at least for now, things were working smoothly.

Still, the succubus queen ached for her Master's return, her whole being feeling empty when not servicing his unending desires, feeling as if her very soul had been hollowed to make room for his whims.

Her devotion to him was absolute, however, and she would not falter on any duty he assigned her. The idea of letting him down more horrifying that the most heinous of torture and pain.

Today things were nice and smooth in the city, and her assistants had insisted she take the day off, so she had decided to spend a pleasant day of relaxation and lascivious lovemaking with her friend and lover Viscera, Lord Astaroth's first hellhound.

The demon lord's hellhounds looked like something like a fusion of a human with a wolf-like hound, standing on two legs and with a general humanoid shape.

Viscera was one imposing creature, despite not being particularly tall and bulky, for her body seemed to ripple with energy, and in some places her bristling muscles were visible even under her luscious blonde fur.

Her head was like that of a wolf, but with its features softened and somewhat less pronounced, allowing her to emote as if it was still a human one. Despite her lupine appearance, she had a mane of thick blonde hair which she normally kept tightly bound for combat but today was flowing in the breeze, almost glistening like gold.

Since becoming a hellhound, clothes had been of little importance to her, except for some fundamentals for comfort and perhaps battle, so today she only wore a tight white top around her ample bosom, so tight in fact that the contour of her nipples was clearly visible, and some short pants that cling to her crotch and firm rear, for she had fastened them tightly around her back, since this way she could button them above her thick luscious tail.

She wore no shoes, for the paws at the end of her muscular digitigrade legs had thick pads that made walking on most surfaces comfortable.

Her golden eyes seemed to shine in the lovely light that passed through the canopy, and everytime she looked at Desire she couldn't help but wag her tail.

Despite her cute appearance, Desire knew she could quickly turn into a storm of teeth and claws that were as sharp and strong as steel, and strength that could render a man in two if she was so inclined.

It was no secret that Astaroth had left her behind to protect Desire, for while her combat prowess would have been useful in the front lines, he felt keeping his queen safe was more important.

Not to mention the fact that if there was anyone Desire was close to asides from her Master, it was Viscera.

Before Astaroth had claimed them both, in what felt like another lifetime but was probably not that long ago, Viscera had been a paladin tasked with stopping Desire from awakening Astaroth, a duty she had taken seriously, for she had chased and harassed Desire to the ends of the plane with her band of followers.

Despite their antagonism, there had always been a barely hidden attraction between them, a taste of lust that Astaroth immediately noticed once he was awake on this plane.

Once they had both been embraced by their new lord, all those feelings came to the surface, and Viscera hungrily tried to make up for lost time. She and the succubus queen had become incredibly close, often sharing time between them when their responsibilities to their lord or their other lovers let them.

Now that they were alone in the forest, their responsibilities put to one side for the day, Viscera was all over her lover, her strong clawed hands groping and caressing the utterly breathtaking succubus as often as they could, and her lips constantly looking for any bit of her skin she could kiss or lick.

Desire was more than happy to allow her beloved hellhound to have her way with her, she had always been happier letting others take charge and command her during sex, and now that she was a succubus, she quite literally fed on it.

The succubus queen was equally not wearing much today for their private day, only a tight string bikini top and bottom that barely covered an inch of her spotless pale skin, together with some golden jewellery and piercings.

While now that she had been empowered by Astaroth she had even less limitation, her first and more potent gift as a succubus was that her body could be changed with a thought to accommodate anything any lover could ever wish for. She could have any hair or skin color, any kind of figure and even could switch between traditionally male, female or mixed forms.

All this, combined with a subconscious knowledge of what any potential partner might prefer, allowed her to literally become anyone's dream, anyone's desire, in a blink.

Despite this, she did have a preferred form, one her whole being had told her was her Master's favorite, and thus, always and eternally devoted to him, she had adopted as her own.

In this shape, she had long slender legs that ended on delicate goat-like hooves that were polished to a mirror shine, and made her standing pose look as if she was always wearing tall high heels. Her hips and rear had just enough substance in them to be nice and grabbable, matching her generous bosom and completing a lovely hourglass figure with her small waist.

A thin and smooth tail emerged from her tailbone, ending in a cute spade-like tip, and a pair of small batlike wings grew from below her shoulder blades. She could grow them to be as big as her with but a thought, and while she loved gliding through the air on them, her power allowed her limited flight even without them.

Her face was as delicate as it was beautiful, an impossible combination of innocence and sensuality that was only possible on a creature like her. A pair of deep purple eyes, utterly drowning in her Master's, and now her own power, shined like a lustful beacon, their gaze capable of making many mortals drop on their knees consumed with wantonness as they met it.

A thick pair of curved ramlike horns crowned her head, firm enough to be used as handles when she was enjoying herself with another or when her Master desired to use her, and her whole visage was completed with a long mane of dark hair that contrasted with her pale skin.

Viscera licked her jaws giving her a good look, clearly also a fan of Desire's preferred form, the heat coming from her body making it clear what she had in mind now that they were far enough from their responsibilities.

The succubus returned Viscera's lustful gaze, and sensually coiled her own tail around the hellhounds, all while they walked onto a road that cut through the forest.

A cottage that had once been owned by their Master's two pet kittens was nearby; it was now in disuse, for its owners were now busy spreading Astaroth's love around the city, and Desire had thought it could be a nice place to retire and enjoy themselves in private.

Viscera's groping was getting more and more effusive, getting lovely soft moans out of Desire as the hellhound grabbed the succubus' ass with gusto.

It was then, with both on the road, that Viscera suddenly stopped and raised one of her ears, clearly having heard something amiss.

"What is it, puppy?" asked Desire, moving closer to Viscera and feeling her fur, for she was hungry for her lover's caress.

"Something is wrong..." said the hellhound, her body on guard now and ready for anything.

Just before Desire could ask what was wrong, Viscera pushed her aside, a furious arrow piercing the ground just where Desire was standing.

"I will rip them to pieces for disturbing us!" said Viscera, claws drawn and teeth bare, utterly furious because of the interruption.

As if on cue, their attacker became visible just on the edge of the road.

A woman with a powerful warbow sat on the back of a massive warhorse, its heavy hooves smashing the ground as if they were rock crushers on a quarry.

"Mounted archer..." said Desire, picking herself up from the ground and getting ready for battle herself, "and a good one from the looks of things..."

Viscera snarled as her muscular body tensed, ready to spring to action.

"I care not for their competence," the hellhound said, her paws slowly moving along the width of the road, ready for her enemy's next attack, "they tried to harm you, and now I will rend their flesh from their bones!"

The archer spurred her mount to charge, and as the horse did so, she shot another arrow from her bow, this one aiming straight at Viscera's chest.

With a fluid movement the hellhound jumped to one side, barely dodging the arrow, its sharp head grazing the side of her torso and staining her fur with her own blood.

But it was not just her arrows they had to worry about, for the massive horse was heading straight for Desire, threatening to trample her under his massive weight.

The succubus jumped to the air as an unthinking reaction, spreading her wings to their full size which pushed her upwards on the air like a kite, taking herself out of harm's way.

Unfortunately, rider and mount were working like a well oiled machine, and as soon as she was in the air, the rider shot another arrow from her bow at Desire, the surprisingly heavy projectile piercing through one of Desire's thin wings.

This was not enough to knock the succubus out of the air, but it did make her wince in pain, and lose some altitude.

"I will rend you limb from limb!" screamed Viscera, who lunged at the massive warhorse.

Her attack was interrupted by a brutal kick from the horse, its hoof landing like a warhammer against the hellhound's chest, and sending her flying back with a whine and a crunching sound.

A hit like that would have meant death to any mortal, but thankfully for both demons, their Master's gifts had made Viscera inhumanly resistant, and the hellhound stood up again, winded and obviously in pain, but otherwise still battle ready.

"They cover each other!" Desire shouted at Viscera, landing next to her lover and friend, "we need to coordinate too."

Their attacker turned around on the far side of the road, leveling her bow at them once more.

"I was hired to thin the numbers of the demons in this area, and I seem to have found good prey," the archer said with a proud tone.

She was a surprisingly small woman considering her weapon of choice, her otherwise small thin arms definitely must contain muscles strong like steel wires. Her lithe body was obviously covered in articulated metal plates that covered everything sans her hands and arms, for these latter two protected instead by leather gloves and chainmail respectively, perhaps to not hamper her dexterity.

A steel helmet protected her head, though it lacked a faceplate, so as not to lose visibility. Her thin long hair was bundled into a tight ponytail that protruded from an opening on the back of the helm, a dangerous choice, for a warrior normally did not want to have anything an enemy could grab in a confrontation, but perhaps because of her ranged fighting style she thought it was fine.

Her face had the stern look of a warrior, her angular dark eyes sharp like those of an eagle.

The horse she mounted was, as they had noted before, a mountain of a beast, one of the biggest warhorses that either Desire or Viscera had ever seen. Its fur was a soft dark grey that reminded them of a storm cloud, and aside from some saddlebags and leather protectors along its body, was wearing no barding, perhaps because finding armor for such a horse could be difficult, or perhaps because the rider felt his bulk was enough to deflect most attacks. The smattering of small scars along the horse's body seemed to indicate it might be the latter.

Another arrow flew from the rider's bow, heading straight for Desire's heart, but before it could reach her Viscera's jaws closed around it, snapping it in half and protecting her charge with inhuman reflexes.

However a second arrow flew almost immediately after, and Viscera, still reeling from her first interception, got hit on her shoulder, whining in pain from the force of the heavy arrow.

She snapped the shaft of the projectile without removing the head, still protecting Desire with her body.

"The rider is too protected... I think it would be wiser to go for the horse, it wears no armor..." said Desire to Viscera, as the hellhound used her claws and teeth to intercept more arrows.

"That beast's flesh is as thick as a tree trunk, if I had a spear I could go for its heart, but with my claws I could only bleed it to death..."

Desire nodded back to Viscera, finally focusing on the magic she had received for her ascension onto queen to bat some arrows away herself with what seemed like ethereal hands summoned right before a projectile hit them.

She focused carefully on both their attackers, trying to find anything that could give them an edge...

And there it was, glinting, small inside both, something she could work with.

"I have an idea," she said, her voice turning salacious once more.

Viscera lifted her ears and grinned, she liked Desire's tone.

"I'm all ears..." the hellhound said as she pushed Desire away from another arrow.

"Can you make them rush us again and give me an opening on the horse? With what I am planning I only need to pierce its skin..."

Viscera smiled at her.

"I can take a few more hits from them fine..." the hellhound said with well deserved bravado, "you do what you need!"

And with that, Viscera charged against them, looking almost possessed in her glee to reach her enemies.

Desire followed close behind, gliding close to the ground so Viscera's body protected her from the rain of arrows that was coming towards them.

Normally in this situation a mounted archer would turn and gallop away from the charging enemy, pelting them with arrows as they did so.

But two demons were not common enemies, for they could potentially catch up with her and drag her off her mount from the back.

So, taking a calculated risk, she spurred her horse into charging towards them, rather than away, her mount's thundering hooves coming towards the demons with the force of a small avalanche.

This, fortunately for the two demons, was exactly what Desire had hoped.

Unfaced by the massive beast ready to trample her, Viscera grinned and lunged forward in all fours, barely containing her animalistic impulses, and ignoring the multiple arrows digging into her flesh.

Both horse and hellhound crashed against one another, the demon digging her claws into the flesh of the beast while her hind claws desperately tried to slow it down.

This was not what the archer was expecting, making her flinch and lose her balance for a second, and this was all that Desire needed.

Gliding to the side in the commotion, the succubus focused her demonic essence into a dagger-shaped shard of bubbling purple energy, just like she had seen her Master do in other occasions, and as her sigh was set on the horse's hindquarters, she threw the impromptu projectile.

The sharp crystal hit the horse in the groin, digging itself into the beast's flesh all while it whinnied and lashed, throwing its rider from its back and onto the dusty road.

"Storm! No!" said the archer, quickly getting to her feet, her face showing clear concern for her mount.

"You will pay for that, demons!" she said, pulling out a long dagger from her belt, but before she could turn to check on her horse and go for Desire, Viscera came upon her like a golden shadow full of teeth.

Despite her wounds, the hellhound locked the rider into melee combat, forcing her to defend herself from the onslaught of sharp claw swings and vicious bites.

In the meantime, Desire smiled with satisfaction, for her plan had worked, and she slowly walked over to the archer's beast, for it was now changing thanks to her demonic essence.

The horse whined and screamed as the essence dissolved into his groin, his veins filling out with a purple glow as his body cracked and bent into its new shape.

In front of the demoness' eyes, the beast slowly started to morph from a quadruped to a biped, his back straightening with a crack, hind legs becoming thicker and firmer and front hooves shedding their keratin for what clearly were a pair of massive human hands.

It wasn't long before his torso and arms resembled those of a human, but maintaining the girth, muscle and fur of his previous shape.

The head of the new demon maintained the shape and form of a horse, though like viscera it's features were softer and more expressive, with a shorter snout and neck, and in general keeping his new proportions closer to the shape of a human but for his massive size, fur, horse head, tail and hooves.

With a final loud whinny the transformation was complete, and the new stallion-like demon looked at his hands with a mixture of shock and delight.

He tilted his head backwards to Desire, who smiled at him, and with a complicit look of intelligence, he smiled back.

The stallion's deep almond colored eyes now had a gentle purple shine, and the mind behind them was no longer one of an animal, but of an intelligent, and passionate, demon.

His rider, who was still trying to fend off Viscera, had only been able to catch glimpses of his transformation during her fight, but her distress was palpable.

"What have they done to you!" she cried, while fending off yet another vicious bite from Viscera.

The stallion demon looked at his hands and then at her, before smiling and lunging for his rider.

His massive arms wrapped around her by surprise, lifting her up and immobilising her against his wide chest, the inhuman strength of his grip so much that the archer dropped her dagger and dangled helplessly while hopelessly flailing with her legs.

"Don't worry my love," the stallion said with a deep masculine voice, "we will be together soon..."

The archer was shocked not just by the fact that her former mount had spoken, but that it had done so in such an emotive and in appearance sincere way.

And before she could word anything in response, his massive hand gripped the plates on her armor that covered her lower torso and crotch, ripping them off their hinges as if they were nothing more than old paper.

She tried to start resisting again, but he quickly immobilised her with his inhumanly strong arms, holding her arms and legs along his chest, and leaving her lower abdomen utterly exposed.

Viscera seemed ready to rake the archers guts out with her claws, before Desire placed a hand on her head and ushered her to calm down.

"Don't worry puppy, take a breath and heal... I got this..." said the succubuss queen with fire in her eyes.

The stallion nodded at Desire, who focused for a second before her tail morphed from it's usual thin shape into something akin to a scorpion tail, her usual cute spade tip now a sharp stinger dripping with demonic essence.

"No..." said the archer, understanding what was about to happen.

The stallion kissed her head and gave her a loving lick.

"Do not be afraid, my love... you will understand soon..." the horse demon said, leaving his former rider with a face of utter confusion.

Desire didn't wait any longer for her cue, and her scorpion tail lunged forwards, stabbing the archer deep into her womb.

With a look of glee, she started pumping essence into her, the segments on her scorpion tail bulging as load after load of essence flowed through it.

The archer started to twitch and convulse as the pure fiendish liquid flowed into her, seeping into her flesh and bones, claiming her body.

It wasn't long before the only thing that she could utter were soft little moans and whines, her face contorting into an orgasmic grimace, her pussy leaking a mixture of her own juices and the demonic essence flooding her womb and seeping into her body.

"That's it my love... relax, let it burn through you..." the stallion demon said, using his inhuman strength to rip more and more of her armor until she was completely naked from her hips upward.

As the archer relaxed, unable to fight the burning sensations coursing through her body, Storm, the stallion demon, stopped holding her as tightly and allowed himself to cradle her in his arms lovingly.

Unconsciously, and to the delight of her former mount, the archer started suckling sensually one of his fingers as it brushed against her lips.

Viscera, who was now fully focused on using her healing powers on her wounds, had mostly shed all the arrows from her body, their heads being pushed out by her closing flesh.

"That was a great idea..." said Viscera as she snuggled close to Desire, who was still injecting more and more of her essence onto the archer, not willing to leave anything to chance.

"Thank you!" said Desire with a hint of pride, "I felt their bond and for a moment I could smell the briefest of desires from the lovely stallion... even before being sapient, he saw her as his mate..."

Storm rebuffed with his nose as he held the archer closer.

"And thanks to your power you made it possible, now we will be together..." he said, his heart swelling with love for her.

"I didn't even know animals could be turned into demons using Master's power..." Viscera said, her hands meandering to Desire's breasts and nethers, teasing her lover and in the process, empowering her.

"Neither did I, but I was a good hunch..." said Desire with a grin.

Storm gently moved his hands around, carefully shoving his left thumb onto his beloved's mouth so she may continue to sensually suckle as she was doing with his other hand, while allowing his right hand to descend to her nethers, caressing her soaked lower lips with a finger as big and thick as a regular human's phallus.

Desire bit her lip in delight, the waves of lustful surrender coming from the archer were absolutely delicious, enticing her to pump more and more fiendish essence inside her.

There was such an overload of it inside Storm's beloved that her thigh plates and greaves were coated in a thick mixture of her own juices and Desire's essence.

"Viscera, honey, can you remove those metal boots off her? She doesn't need them anymore, and some of the essence is going to waste by not spreading along her skin..." the succubus queen said while playing with her breasts, her eyes ogling the heavy and warm balls of her newly created stallion demon.

The hellhound nodded with a smile and moved closer to the stallion, firmly grabbing the leftovers of the archer's armor and ripping them apart with gusto using her demonic strength.

For completion's sake, Viscera also removed her thick riding socks and the leather gloves in her hands, discarding everything to the side of the road, and leaving their former enemy utterly and completely naked.

She had a lithe yet powerful body, her wiry musculature perceivable under her light brown skin. Her body was covered in scars from many battles, but none actually took away from her rugged beauty.

Despite her bosom being almost nonexistent, she had been wearing tight wraps around it, perhaps a tradition from where she was from or from her particular combat school, but it didn't matter anymore, for Storm had ripped them off, exposing a pair of cute nipples that were at that moment so erect you could confuse them for nails.

All of her veins seemed to pulsate with a purple glow, Desire's essence having reached every single cell of her body.

Viscera tilted her head looking at her defeated enemy, the eyes of the archer rolling back into her skull as her whole body seemed to tremble an inch away from a soul melting orgasm.

"She's not changing though..." said the Hellhound with some confusion.

Desire slowly retrieved her stinger from the archer's abdomen, a soft moan of satisfaction escaping her lips as she did so, and carefully looked over her new charge, trying to see why, unlike with Storm, she hadn't changed yet despite getting enough essence to embrace a battalion of mortals.

"I think she needs a teensy little push..." said the succubus looking at Storm's enormous equine looking erection, "I think she needs her husband to be..."

The stallion demon smiled, his small ears doing a cute twitch.

"Oh, mistress Desire, I am dying to show her my love with my body..." he said, his cock twitching as he spoke.

Desire gave him a happy smile while crossing her hands and pressing them to her face in a cutesy expression.

"You are so sweet it hurts, horsie," she said, moving closer to him and caressing the inhuman length of meat that hanged from his crotch.

"But let's save her pussy for later, I want to hear her say she wants it..." Desire said, urging Viscera to join her around Storm's phallus.

"That would make very happy, mistress Desire," said the stallion, clearly having learned of her and her role due to her essence awakening his sapient mind.

Both demonesses grabbed the enormous cock and pushed it upwards, for despite the burning amount of blood engorging, it was so heavy that it needed help to defy gravity.

They carefully lined up the tip against his belly, all while he held his beloved by her thighs and spread them, aiming the monstrous cock to her little ass.

A small jolt of realisation seemed to hit the archer, who clumsily and helplessly wriggled in the stallion's arms.

"Too... big... will... break... me..." she managed to say all while dripping like a whore all over his cock and balls.

"It will, my dear," said Desire, holding the tip still while Storm pushed his beloved down onto his dick, "it will snap what's left of your pathetic old self in half and let you embrace what you are now..."

With a forceful push and a grunt of satisfaction, Storm commenced to push down, trying to ram a cock thicker than half her torso into her tiny virgin ass.

It should have been impossible, but thanks to Desire's essence, and to the shock of the archer, her ass seemed to bend and stretch beyond what was conceivable and Storm's tip penetrated her defenceless rear.

The archer's face was an almost comical combination of shock, pain and lust, for the stallion demon was holding her firmly spread from the thighs, pushing her down on his cock with all his might, and instead of breaking, she was taking him in, inch by inch.

Her body started to bulge from the massive insertion, and both Desire and Viscera grabbed onto her thighs to help Storm pull down.

The archer's eyes were fully open, lines of tears following from them as troubled gurgling sounds came from her throat. Yet despite this, a smile was starting to form on her half open mouth.

"So... deep..." she said, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets while she drooled as if her mind had completely broken, "mo... more... deeper... don't stop until... I... burst..."

Encouraged by her words, Storm pushed harder, all while Desire and Viscera had switched to lubricating what was left of his shaft with their tongues, and holding it firm so it didn't wobble on the way down.

With a final satisfied whinny, Storm bottomed out inside her, his balls burning against her rear.

Her face relaxed slightly from her previous shocked stance, her grimace fully transformed into a dumb mindless smile.

"So... full..." she said, the stallion's cock so deep inside her it might as well be right under her tongue, "so... good..."

Storm released her legs and instead gripped her firmly from her midsection, his hand so big he could almost wrap it around her whole waist.

He started thrusting while keeping her body in place like so, his other hand just pressing her head and upper torso against his chest.

Each thrust elicited long dirty gargles from the archer, who was by now flaccid like a doll in her stallion's hands, her body just a twitching masturbation aid for him.

"Your ass is so wonderful, my love," said Storm, progressively moving faster and faster, his lover's body offering less and less resistance with each thrust, "I can't wait to fuck it regularly to show you how much I want you..."

The archer could only drool in response, her mind utterly devastated by the unreal sensations she was going for.

While their new demon made love to his former rider, Desire and Viscera had fully relaxed and were back to the lascivious mindset that had brought them here in the first place, making filthy noises while they kissed, bit and fondled one another.

Desire, who had a well known liking for heavy testes and nutsacks, kept rubbing her face against Storm's, covering them in kisses and licks while Viscera fingered her with gusto.

Storm's balls could not compare to her Master's, but as demon ones go, they were fantastic.

"You are so lucky having such a wonderful stallion madly in love with you," she said at the archer, who could not reply, for her mind was now blank, filled only with the feeling of each thrust from Stom.

Viscera gave the horse demon a gentle squeeze on his balls, urging him to go faster.

"Don't hold back big guy, she's in a dick stupor right now, and only lives to be your little cumdump..." said Viscera, giving Storm a playful nibble on his sack.

They didn't have to repeat themselves, for the stallion tightened his grip on his beloved slightly, and started to roughly move her up and down on his shaft, using her as if she was nothing but a fleshlight.

His beloved did not complain, to the contrary the only thing coming from her mouth were broken whines and sobs of delight.

He sped up more and more, the hard slapping of her rear against his balls accompanied by a musical of whinnies, moans and strange dirty sounds coming from inside her.

Clearly at his limit, and with both Viscera and Desire teasing his testes so he couldn't hold back, Storm finally exploded inside his beloved with a triumphant groan.

Both his phallus and testes twitches as a what was obviously buckets and buckets of seed flooded out of his tip, his beloved making once more a face of utter shock, followed by a mind shattering orgasm to overtook her whole body just as her midsection started to bulge like a waterskin filled to burst.

Storm continued grunting, nickering and twitching as he kept unloading more and more of his cum inside her, clearly overflowing her, for despite the tight fit small jets of it escaped from any gap between her inhumanly stretched ass and his cock.

The archer started to cough as she moaned, and her torso shifted almost lifelessly to one side, her lover's cum literally overflowing through her mouth.

Her eyes were wide open and injected with pure lust, her body had been surely destroyed by such a flood of seed, but in her mind she was clearly in paradise.

After a second of satisfied panting, and all while Viscera and Desire licked some of the escaping cum from Storm's testes, the archer started to convulse hard, her body debloating quickly, as if it was absorbing the stallions seed and mixing it with the ridiculous amount of fiendish essence flowing through her veins.

The demon stallion carefully unimpaled her from his cock, her body coming off it much easier that it had been impaling it, and held her in his arms while she arched and twisted having orgasm after orgasm, the demonic essence in her finally triggering apotheosis.

With a loud scream of pure ecstasy, the archer tensed up in her lover's arms, all while her form changed, though shockingly, not by that much.

A pair of cute and twitching equine ears seemed to have grown where her human ones were, and a bushy and thick mare's tail had grown from her tailbone, but aside from it, her form was, at least externally, the same.

Desire however noticed that the archer's flesh seemed to be tougher than before, her muscles slightly better defined, and her frame brimming with power.

"Huh," said Viscera, tilting her head and dropping one ear in a way that Desire found utterly adorable, "I was expecting her to change more..."

Desire levitated herself off the ground just high enough to pet her lover, who happily wagged and let her canine tongue poke out of her mouth slightly in response.

"Master Astaroth said even he cannot fully control how his essence changes someone when it embraces them," said Desire, looking at their new follower up and down, "perhaps is because her apotheosis was triggered by our lovely big guy here, and he seems to rather like her like this..."

Storm smiled, his eyes beaming with happiness at the still trembling form of his beloved in his arms.

"She is and has always been perfect..." he said, giving her a long loving lick along her chest, "though the ears and the tail do make her look even more like the gorgeous mare she is..."

The archer twitched in his arms, grasping at his chest with such neediness it almost seemed she was begging for her life.

"Oh gods..." the archer said, sliding her hands up and down her body, "I feel new, happy and free..."

"But I feel so empty," she said, placing her hands on her belly, "please, Storm, my love, I need you, I need you so bad..."

"I feel like I will die if my flesh is not wrapped around your cock..."

Storm replied with a sweet whinny and a lick on her face.

"Marry me, my beloved, and I will make you my mare forever," the stallion said.

Viscera snickered.

"The horsie is a fucking romantic..." she said with a smile.

The archer held her face for a moment before reaching out and pulling Storm in for a long passionate kiss.

"I do! I do!", she said, desperately, "make me your mare, give me your foals! Fill me to burst with your cum!"

Storm bit his lip, making a sensual face.

"Mistress Desire, it would be an honor if you could marry us..." he said, holding his beloved close to his chest.

Desire brought her hands together in a sign of cutesy delight, genuinely touched by the gesture.

"It will be my pleasure, handsome," she said with a wink.

"But before I marry you both, you need to name your mare..." she said to the stallion, who looked at her with a smile, "she named you, so it's only fair you name her..."

The demon stallion stopped to think for a moment, holding his beloved close to his chest, just as she whimpered and grinded her soaked nethers against his arm.

"I remember one time, after a long hunt, we found this beautiful green field," he lowered his head, looking straight at her dark eyes, "it was so peaceful, and while we walked through it she dismounted to pick up some flowers for me."

He sighed like a smitten teenager.

"They were delicious," he said, eliciting a giggle from Desire and Viscera, "we then laid on the grass and I remember falling asleep while she covered me in kisses..."

"I didn't know what a place like that was called then, couldn't have known, but now I do... Meadow," he said with a honeyed tone that clashed with his enormous and intimidating form, "that's your new name my love, Meadow..."

The newly rechristened archer looked up at him as she dug her nails on his chest, tears rolling down her cheek from a mixture of her neediness and how moved she was.

"It's... beautiful, my love..." she said, sobbing on his fur.

With a little pirouette, Desire levitated herself to their height, caressing their faces lovingly.

"This day started rough, but I am delighted but how sweet it has turned..." she said with pride in her words.

"Now, let's go ahead..." she said holding her hands together, "Meadow, do you want to take the handsome Storm as your husband and your stallion? Do you vow to always see to his needs, worship his body and give him as many foals as your loins can bear?"

"I do!" she shouted, pressing herself so much to him it felt she was trying to meld with his flesh.

"And you Storm, do you want to take the beautiful Meadow as your mare? Do you vow to always see to her needs, worship her body and fill her with as many foals as she can take?" said Desire.

"I do," said Storm with a happy twitch of his ears.

"Then I pronounce you stallion and mare, husband and wife," Desire said with a look of absolute delight, "you may kiss."

And so they did, with a long, deep and passionate kiss.

Storm's forcefulness overwhelmed Meadow, his tongue so much bigger and stronger that it took over her mouth, almost choking her on it.

But she didn't mind, her fingers mindlessly caressing her nethers while her husband claimed her throat with his tongue.

Desire smiled at both and pointed to the ground, indicating to Storm that she wished for him to place his wife carefully at his feet.

The stallion did so delicately, both lovers still licking their lips from their delicious kiss.

Meadow was so petite compared to storm that she was barely the size of one of his legs, and only about as tall as his crotch.

The sight of his still furiously erect and throbbing cock made Meadow's head spin, her eyes darting up and down the equine cock as if it was the thing she most desired in life.

After focusing for a moment, Desire moved her hands and used her power to clean all four of them from any dirt and grime they had from their trips or battle, leaving their skin and fur spotlessly shiny and lustrous.

With a little poke of her finger on Meadow's forehead, her ponytail came undone, her lovely black hair flowing like a cascade until just below her shoulders, while at the same time a diaphanous small veil hanging from a thin tiara materialised, covering all sides of her head besides her face.

"Not quite a wedding dress, but it should suffice for today..." Desire said with a wink.

Meadow the veil around her head and smiled.

"Thank you, Mistress Desire," she said, her gaze still struggling, and failing, to part from Storm's inhuman manhood.

A naughty smile was drawn on both Desire's and Viscera's faces.

"Before he takes you and gives you his foals..." said Desire before pointing at the huge throbbing equine cock, "show us how you worship your husband, let him know with your lips, tongue and hands how much you need him..."

With the face of a woman possessed, Meadow slowly turned around, her hands slowly reaching for the enormous length and girth of twitching flesh in front of her.

"It's so big... I feel I will need... assistance..." she said, almost drooling with her tongue out already.

"Accepting you may need help in pleasing your husband makes you an even better wife, Meadow," said Desire while she caressed her back.

The former archer looked to both sides, her small hands wrapped around the shaft of her beloved, rubbing his wet tip against her chest while he moaned for her.

"Please... Mistress Desire, Lady Viscera... could you assist me in pleasing my husband?" she said, looking up at Storm with her eyes vibrating with love and lust, "I want to make sure I milk him for every drop and he is the happiest stallion alive...."

Both demonesses moved to flank her, and gently put one hand on her back and another on Storm's burning phallus.

"With pleasure, my dear... do you wish to make a vow about it?" said Desire, stealing a moan from Meadow with a kiss on her neck while she gently squeezed Storm's tip.

"Ye... yes... that's a great idea..." she said, looking up at Storm, "Storm, my love, it's my duty to keep you happy and satisfied, so please, if I'm ever not enough, feel free to use any other mares and sluts you need..."

She bit her lip as she said so, slowly holding his massive tip in front of her.

"I only beg of you that you only give your foals and love to me..." she said, before giving him a long wet tongue kiss on the slit of his massive cock, making the stallion stomp with one of his massive hooves on the ground in delight.

"You are so sweet my beloved mare..." he said petting her head and playing with her twitching ears, "very well, and in return I wish you do the same, do not stop yourself from enjoying other stallions, mares or whatever your body aches for... I just beg of you that you only ever carry my foals..."

Meadow swooned with her tongue still stuck inside his cock.

She pulled back licking her lips, intoxicated from his taste, and lovingly stroked his tip.

"You are so wonderful my love..." she said with happy tears in her eyes, "I accept, we will take care of each other, no matter what it takes or if we wish for others to help..."

"But my womb is yours forever and I shall only ever carry your foals, no one else's," she said, kissing his tip again as if sealing the deal.

Storm moaned and gently pinched the tip of one of her equine ears, making her tremble.

Desire smiled to herself, she just thought a way of making that little vow of theirs real.

Meadow invited the two demonesses to join her in lavishing Storm's cock with attention, her hands effusively waving to its sides while she focused entirely on his tip.

Viscera wagged as she started sliding her long canine tongue along the stallion's length, her strong hands gripping and stroking the meaty shaft with enthusiasm.

"I was dying to taste this delicious looking mountain of meat..." said the hellhound while Desire settled herself right at Storm's crotch, utterly worshipping his testes with her tongue, lips and hands.

"You and your obsession with ball worship..." said Viscera while utterly glazing Storm's shaft with her tongue.

Desire winked at her, losing her mind as she rubbed her face against the heavy meatsack.

"We each have our preferences... just like how you become a mindless whining bitch when you are trapped by a fat knot..." said Desire in between sensual nips to Storm's nethers.

Viscera wagged at her, clearly clenching her thighs at the thought that Desire had planted in her.

"Master did utterly nail it, and me, when he turned me into his hellhound..." she said, looking to the side to check on Meadow, who was so ravenous and focused on her husband's tip that her mind was gone.

Desire grinned, a lovely spark of lust going through her body and making her lash her tail with a sexy whip crack.

"I just had an idea... I should ask the Master to breed a hellhound lad to pound you and knot you on demand..."

Viscera whined like a puppy that wanted a treat.

"You... you mean it?" the hellhound said, wagging.

Desire nodded, giving Storm's twitching nuts a gentle squeeze that made the massive stallion shiver.

"Anything for my beloved bitch..." the succubus queen said, throwing her lover a kiss.

Viscera swooned as she drooled on Storm's cock.

"Fuck I love you... losing to you and Master was the best thing to ever happen to me..." said the hellhound with an enraptured look.

Desire threw her another wink, while pinching her nipples to teaser her lover.

"Now my love... let's focus on this big guy..." she said with a complicit smile, "let's milk him dry until cute Meadow literally chokes on his cum.

Viscera growled in excitement as she gently closed her jaws on the thick thigh phallus in front of her, digging her sharp teeth on Storm just enough to make him gasp in delight.

"Let's... I can smell his orgasm coming and it's going to be glorious..." the hellhound said as her predator eyes glimmered with excitement.

Desire nodded, she could feel it too, the stallion's body tingling as he built up pressure for an utterly insane amount of cum.

Locking hands with Viscera under the throbbing cock, the succubus slowly dragged her warm tongue along Storm's delectable shaft.

Viscera mirrored her on the other side, with both demonesses ending to the sides of Meadow, who was still suckling and tongue kissing Storm's cock slit, her hands lovingly stroking his tip.

Her empty eyes made it clear her head was currently empty, all her thoughts dissolved and replaced with the absolute need felt for her husband's cream, the flavor of his cock having asserted itself as the most delicious thing she had or would ever taste.

Storm had his eyes closed, his chest rising high with his long moanful breaths.

Noticing all three demonesses were focusing on his tip, he wrapped one of his trembling hands around the girth of his cock, furiously stroking it in search of release.

"Get ready little mare..." said Desire as she sensually forced Meadow's mouth open and pulled her tongue out.

The newly born demoness complied mindlessly with Desire, opening her mouth wide like a needy baby bird begging for food from its mother, her tongue pressing against right below Storm's cock slit.

Viscera and Desire sandwiched Meadow's head with theirs, pressing their cheeks against the lovely mare and following her lead, opening wide with tongues ready for the stallion's treat.

Storm tensed more and more, his furious stroking so strong and he could have snapped a man in half had he used that same force on a mortal, until finally, with a long and triumphant neigh, he unleashed what his lovers desired.

Savage jets of thick as custard cum shot from his tip, with such unending abundance one would be forgiven for thinking a pipe had burst somewhere.

All three demonesses drank deep and greedily from Storm's cock, sucking and licking as much as they could.

However, despite their enthusiasm and neediness, the torrent of cum was so massive it was impossible even for them to consume it all, and the road under them was painted white with big and thick splashes.

Meadow desperately tried to consume more and more, at first trying to suckle it directly from the source, then, when her breath failed her, by lapping it with the help from Desire and Viscera, and when that wasn't enough, she just opened her mouth wide under the torrent, allowing her throat to just be filled like a bucket from a fountain.

Viscera and Desire, seeing how important this was to her, did their best to help her, lapping as much as they could and then using their hands to redirect the flow directly into her throat, both beauties smiling to themselves.

Eventually the onslaught stopped, Storm squeezing his shaft to give them a few final jets that they greedily licked.

Meadow was a dirty shivering mess, her whole face, shoulders and torso stained by her husband, all while she held to Desire and Viscera for dear life, still trying to swallow the insane amount of cum still in her throat and mouth.

The succubus queen lovingly caressed Meadow's throat, using her magic to ease the stallion's treat down into his mare's tummy, and slowly helping her regain her breath.

"Oh gods..." said Meadow, her midsection wracked by a brutal orgasm, "that taste..."

She licked her lips and squeezed her flat breasts.

"It was better than I could ever imagine..." she said with tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry I couldn't take it all my love, I will do better!"

The lovely mare seemed genuinely upset and distressed from having failed to take all her stallion gave.

But Storm was unfaced and with a warm smile he caressed her head.

"Please my love, don't worry..." he said, his words immediately making Meadow smile, "I can and will make more for you, who cares if a bit went on the floor..."

Meadow held his hand to her face, sobbing with needy happiness for her stallion.

"Mind giving me a hand?" said Viscera at Desire, pointing at her cum stained fur.

Desire smiled and snapped her fingers after focusing a second, leaving Viscera spotless once more.

"Thank you!" The hellhound said, cleaning Desire's face and body with her long tongue, "this boy's cream is fantastic, but a bitch to get out of fur..."

Meadow could not tear her eyes away from her husband, once more suckling on his thumb utterly lost in her neediness for him.

Desire and Viscera took this opportunity to lick her clean, leaving the mare's lovely skin shiny and spotless with their greedy tongues.

"That was a wonderful ceremony, but I think something better is in order for what comes next..." said Desire as she started to walk in the direction she and Viscera were originally heading.

"What do you mean, Mistress Desire?" asked Storm, who had picked up Meadow again and was cradling her in his arms.

"Follow me cuties, you will see..." she said, leading the way.

Not long after they had reached the cottage, somewhat worse for wear because of its disuse but otherwise ok.

However Desire didn't lead them inside, not that Storm could have fitted there, anyway, but the abandoned barn, which now laid empty before them.

"All that lovely stallion cream and Meadow's desperate need for her hubby have filled me up with power... so let's put it to use and make this into a cute wedding cabin for you two" she said, her hands crackling with power.

A wave of fiendish power enveloped her, caressing her skin like the hands of her loving Master, it had such force that it gently lifted her off the ground, her delicate hooves sensually dangling like the feet of a ballerina.

She was still learning to use her new power, but as Lord Astaroth had told her, it should flow naturally from her, she just needed to focus on what she wanted to achieve.

Her mind moved to the dusty covered ground of the barn, gravel and old rotten stacks of hay responding to her call like supplicants in a temple.

She recalled what her Master had taught her, that living things were hard to change, they required ample essence and something to latch onto, to grow and nurture, like the desires of their new followers, the stallion and her lovely mare.

But dead, inanimate matter... that was easier, especially for creatures of pure distilled emotion like them, for the bonds of reality seemed to melt when confronted with the power from the beyond.

That is not to say any demon could do this, for you still required a well of raw energy that few possessed; a select group that her Master had deemed her worthy to join.

With a smile, she pushed a wave of essence forward, covering the ground like a glistening purple carpet, thin tendrils seemed to dig into it like plants trying to take root.

Desire groaned for a second, her beautiful frame trembling from the effort; it was hard for a newbie like her to do something like this, but she wanted to learn for her Master, make him even more proud of her.

A clear picture of what she wanted to achieve finally formed in her mind, it spoke to her, told her what it required to become what the succubus desired.

And just as her Master had said, the matter of the barn was obedient and pliable, it had no desires, no needs, it just wanted to be.

But it couldn't change on its own, it required power, energy, beaconing for it like a huge open maw in Desire's mind.

The succubus was happy to oblige, she extended her senses back to the city, to its revelry, it's happiness, it's lust.

She could feel not just the ravenous orgies of their followers, but also their joy, their hope for the future, the utter sense of elatement they had achieved from being freed from the chains of their minds and the limitations of their flesh.

It flooded her, making her fuller than when she had begged her Master to use her so savagely and with such thick girth that she was nothing but a thin layer of quivering flesh stretched around his cock.

Spreading her arms and legs as her body was wracked with a truly divine orgasm, the power she had amassed exploded forward, bathing everything in her vicinity and even making her companions climax on their own.

Panting from the effort, but tingling with satisfaction, Desire saw how the barn in front of her cracked and shifted to mold itself into what she had willed it to be.

The damaged wood of the structure knit itself back, becoming sturdier and firmer, each plank growing onto the next as if they were cells more than building materials.

Big clear windows opened in key places around the structure, panes of thick clear glass growing on them as if their frames were filling with water.

Its floor changed from the old dust and gravel onto a firm and smooth wooden set of similar boards to the walls, the accumulated detritus from its disuse melding and fusing onto the renewed structure, their matter serving as building materials for Desire's wish.

The roof's gables suffered a similar transformation as the walls, though rather than grown wood they seemed meld almost onto a living caparace, their original faded red changed to a gentle violet or purple, for Astaroth's essence and by extension, Desire's, seemed to tinge things with that color.

Changing a whole building, even a small one like this, was a challenge for someone new with their power like Desire, so she didn't transmute any matter onto furniture for the new couple, with one clear exception.

A truly massive bed assembled itself inside the old barn, its headboard against one of the walls and right under one of the new windows.

It was big enough to hold the enormous Storm, Meadow and at least a couple of lovers, depending on how tightly they wished to cuddle.

The bed's mattress was thick and fluffy, its exterior white like fresh undyed silk and filled with the softest cotton that Desire could imagine.

Instead of a big long pillow for such a massive bed, Desire had conjured multiple cosy pillows, big enough for Storm's head, but also usable by smaller beings.

The succubus slowly floated back onto her feet, her chest still heaving from the effort and her orgasm.

She had a huge smile on her face, for she was dying for her Master to observe her work and, hopefully, praise her for it.

Desire's loins ached for a second with the thought of Lord Astaroth; how she missed him and longed for his return. But she would endure, he left her in charge because he trusted her more than any other, and she would not let him down.

She turned around to look at her companions, who had fallen to their knees in orgasmic spasm when she released all the power she had accumulated from the city.

The stallion panted with a shocked smile, his still erect cock shooting jets of cum on the ground with such gusto that a huge puddle had formed in front of him.

Meadow, for her part, was still twitching on her beloved's arms, clawing at his chest like a needy kitten.

Viscera had taken the lustful shockwave better than the other two, for she had been thoroughly enjoyed by Lord Astaroth and thus was used to retain her composure with such displays.

Still, the hellhound was on her knees, holding her body tight as her pussy leaked and twitched.

Her greenish gold lupine eyes shot Desire a look that could have melted steel. They had come here to enjoy each other's company, and she was demanding her treat.

Desire bit her lip and squeezed her legs in response to her lover's look, clearly agreeing to her demands.

After a moment, all four of them regained their breath and moved closer to the new barn, Storm and Meadow looking at it with awe.

"It's wonderful!" said Storm, his ears twitching happily.

"Thank you, Mistress Desire," said Meadow with overjoyed eyes while looking down from her perch in her lover's arms, "it's perfect, the roof and door are high enough for Storm!"

The succubus winked at them.

"That was the idea, my lovelies," she said, stepping inside with a sensual gait, her hooves sounding like sexy heels on the wooden boards.

"Come, it's time for your wedding night," she said, standing by the bed.

Storm, Meadow and Viscera came closer to the bed, and the stallion and his lover carefully shimmied onto it, feeling it's wonderful silkiness and fluffiness.

"It's softer and more comfortable than any hay pile or grassy field I have laid on..." said Storm, clearly delighted.

"Oh Storm... we will no longer rest in such rough places, you deserve all this comfort and more..." the lovely mare said, caressing her husband's face, "unless you wish to take you mare on one of them..."

The aroused buff from Storm's nose was a perfect response to Meadow, who started kissing his chest with abandon.

"My sweeties, we will eventually retire to the cottage together, for we had planned to spend the day with just us," said Desire, holding hands with Viscera, "but would like for us to join you on your wedding night for a bit?"

Storm looked at Meadow and then at Desire with a smile on his face.

"Mistress Desire, we could never say no to you, we owe you too much," he said, truly excited for their company, "but I beg of you that you let me enjoy Meadow thoroughly first for a bit, I have yet to put my seed in her womb..."

Meadow tensed and moaned just from hearing him say that, clearly aching for him.

"But of course, my sweet stallion," said Desire climbing onto the bed and giving the handsome horse demon a kiss on his lips, "and now that you mention it... I have a final gift for you both..."

The lovers looked at each other and then to Desire, waiting to hear what she had in store.

"Please, handsome, lay your lovely wife on the bed, but stay close to her," said Desire.

Storm did as he was told, gently placing Meadow on the silken mattress, the former hunter looking up at him with her dark eyes filled with love and desperate need.

Desire shimmied carefully on the bed and placed herself on top of Meadow, but facing Storm, her legs spread to each side of the petite archer.

She extended one hand and placed it on Meadow's lower abdomen, right above her wound, where she had first injected her full of fiendish essence.

Her other hand moved under Storm's colossal phallus, and reached for his testes, placing her palm firmly on his huge burning scrotum.

For a moment all fell to silence, Desire clearly concentrating and focusing her power on the palms of her hands, creating a link between both lovers.

With a flash of energy and a scream of delight from all three, a pulsating magical brand burned onto their flesh.

Both brands were identical, though obviously the one on Storm's scrotum could only be fully seen if it was gently stretched; they looked like a stylish bow with hanging stirrups on it's ends, all of which was delightfully interlaced with concentric hears not dissimilar to the ones in the sigil Desire herself had on her womb courtesy of her Master.

They pulsated with power, and seemed almost drawn to each other.

Both lovers panted while looking at each other's brands, caressing them as their power seeped into their flesh.

"My last wedding gift and a testament to your vows..." said Desire, carefully moving to the top of the bed before reaching down and grabbing Meadow's legs, pulling them towards her and forcing her to spread completely for her husband.

"For as long as the power in those brands stays on your flesh, Storm won't be able to impregnate anyone but Meadow, no matter how hard he tries," she said with a grin, "and the same goes for the lovely Mare, no matter how many the loads are and how powerful they are, her womb is just for her husband and no one else can give her foals..."

Both lovers looked at each other, obviously ecstatic for the news.

"It's powerful magic of the soul, no spell can break it, I'm not sure even Master Astaroth could undo it..." Desire said with pride.

"You two are special, demons with cocks and testes are usually incredibly fertile and can impregnate mortals sometimes even if their partner is barren..." she said as Storm got into position to claim his wife, "on the other hand, demons with a womb, despite being able to control their fertility at will, normally can only conceive in a material plane such as this, and even then it's hard for seed to take inside us, weather from a demon or mortal."

"Master Astaroth thinks this is due to us being so long lived we might as well be immortal, and even then when we pass we reform in the empyrean of pure emotion that lies beyond the matter of this place; thus, it makes little sense for us to have progeny, we're too busy with the pleasures of life to attend a growing mind, and if we procreated as fast as mortals we'd overrun a plane and destroy it rather than liberate and enjoy it."

Desire's eyes turned to Meadow.

"But you, my dear mare," the succubus said as the cute spade at the end of her tail caressed Meadow's womb, "you are a rare demoness that is beyond fertile, your womb is not just ready but aching to be filled with foals, again and again and again...

The succubus' eyes lit up with purple fire.

"So, my dear stallion," she said, directing her gaze at Storm, "plow her insides with all your might, fill her up to burst without mercy, for she craves none, and don't stop until she is filled to the brim with your progeny, for you are the only one that can do so."

Storm shivered from Desire's words, his cock twitching hard and ready right next to Meadow's desperately aching pussy.

"I shall, Mistress Desire," he said, looking at the succubus queen and then at his wife, "I will not stop giving her foals until my body gives up or she begs me to stop..."

Meadow bit her lip sensually, her legs trembling in Desire's grip, there was little chance she would ever ask him to stop.

"And when they grow I hope one or some come to serve you, as thank you for making this happen..." he said while gently sliding the tip of his enormous tip along Meadow's drenched lips.

Viscera climbed on the bed with a furtive look, her body finally naked after discarding what little clothes she had been wearing till now.

She squeezed behind Desire and wrapped her arms around her lover, gleefully squeezing the succubus' heavy breasts.

"Come on, Desire, leave the cute horsies to their foal making... I need to feel your burning pussy against mine..." the hellhound said with a soft growl, her tail wagging like crazy.

As if responding, Storm leaned forward, pressing his cock against Meadow's aching pussy.

"Yes, let us both attend to our lovers, Mistress Desire," the stallion said, ready to penetrate his wife, "and again, thank you.... Thank you so much."

Desire swooned as she let herself be dragged by Viscera to the side of the bed, staying close to the lustful equines, but still in their own spot.

And just as she was doing so, Storm finally pushed his stiff column of meat into Meadow with a triumphant whinny.

The lovely mare's legs sprang around his waist as if released from a spring, her whole body arching as her belly bulged from the enormous phallus inside her.

"Yes! Finally! Deeper! Deeper!" she screamed while clawing his chest, her body stretching with filthy squelching noises for her husband, her flesh and bones getting out of the way of Storm's erection, as if she was made of putty for him.

The stallion groaned as he mercilessly pushed with his hips, his cock digging through his mare well past her abdomen and belly, the bulge on her body getting longer and longer just as her face clearly told how her mind was melting from the glorious sensation.

"Yes! Yes! Nothing more than a flesh sleeve for your cock!" Meadow screamed, her eyes rolling onto their sockets while she drooled like an animal in heat, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, "more! More! Mo....!"

Her words got stuck in her throat, for Storm's tip seemed to be pulsating inside her chest, the archer's body convulsing from the brutal orgasm that had overtaken her.

Storm pushed more and more, until his balls slapped against her drenched nethers with a sharp wet sound.

The stallion trembled and tried to get in position to pummel her hips with his, Meadow so small compared to him her face was under his pectorals as he laid on top of his wife.

"Don't be afraid of putting all your weight on her, handsome," said Desire, who had been roughly undressed and thrown on her back by the ravenous Viscera, the succubus legs bent forward so much her ankles were next to her ears.

"That's good to know, Mistress," said Storm, allowing his weight to fully rest on the bed and firmly grabbing the top of the frame so he had a firm grip.

Meadow moaned like a breathless whore under the mass of meat and muscle her husband was, already in heaven before Storm had even started thrusting.

With a filthy wet slap, Viscera slammed her own burning pussy against Desire's, pinning the succubus down with her weight.

"Puppy, you weren't kidding..." said Desire, sensually wrapping her arms around Viscera while the hellhound held her legs in place by her ankles.

The hellhound growled with fire in her eyes, and without further words kissed her beloved succubus and started grinding their pussies together as if her life depended on it.

Desire moaned loudly for her lover, her own claws digging into Viscera's furry back, the closeness, warmth of the hellhound making her swoon.

Their pussies slapped against each other with furious lasciviousness, making both demonesses moan, whine and groan with delight as their bodies burnt up with desire for the other.

To their side, Storm had finally unleashed his full force on Meadow, and it was so savage it could be confused for some monstrous machinery trying to smash a boulder.

His hips came down onto Meadow with the strength of a brutal cavalry charge, making not just the bed but the barn and perhaps the whole area tremble with them. Each thrust seemed to hollow out and refill the lovely mare's whole body, whose mind had receded to the farthest reaches of her head, leaving only an animalistic glee to be bred by her beloved.

Empowered by their new followers, Viscera sped up her grinding, sensually growling at Desire with her teeth bare against the succubuses' neck, who lovingly pushed her forward towards it.

The hellhound closed her jaws around Desire's neck, her eyes and needy expression making it clear at that very moment she wanted her so much that the temptation of rendering her flesh asunder and devouring it was real.

But aside from long whorish moans from the succubus' and small trickle of blood, nothing further happened aside from Viscera rubbing her nethers against Desire so furiously it felt as if they were about to catch fire.

"You're such a fucking bottom..." said Viscera with a growl, still tasting her lover's neck.

The succubus whined for Viscera, her delicate hands caressing the hellhound's furry face.

"And you love it, my beautiful bitch..." said Desire, whining for her lover, "just as much as I love how mad you go about my flesh..."

Viscera grinned and released her neck, giving her a long sensual lick on her lips.

"I do, you horny slut..." the hellhound said, "now grind harder... I need your filthy pussy cumming against mine..."

Desire moaned with a smile and redoubled her efforts, her hips pushing harder against her lover.

Master Astaroth had expressed in the past that he really enjoyed seeing Desire and other of his female toys have sex by rubbing their pussies together, so the hellhound and the succubus had practised and mastered it to the point of perfection, truly making it seem they were giving each other long wet and dirty kisses with their lower lips.

Just next to them, the brutal slams from Storm continued, the stallion lost in his mindless galloping as he rearranged Meadow's insides.

Soft, wet and debauched gargles emerged from under his chest with each smash of his testes against her wet pussy, poor Meadow reduced to but a quivering and blissful cock sock for her husband.

The newly married couple's enthusiasm was so infectious that Viscera couldn't help but to press her nethers harder against Desire while she carefully laid her torso on the lower side of the bed, her hands still holding her lover's ankles tight as she got them in a scissoring position.

Both demonesses started grinding their lips against each other even harder, the succubus queen squeezing her breasts with gusto all while masterfully sliding the spade tip of her tail into Viscera's tight little ass with a precise thrust.

The hellhound whined as she tensed and arched for her lover, Desire truly knowing how to move her tail inside Viscera to make her go mad with delight.

But Viscera was too proud and too in love with Desire to slow down just because her mind was melting with even more wonderful sensations, so she lustfully growled at the succubus while hastening her grinding, their pussies so warm and slick from all the friction and need that they could have been used as a wet stone.

Storm's mindless panting as he unleashed all his animalistic desires on his wife grew deeper and deeper, making it clear he was about to burst.

Desire, capable of feeling this more keenly than the others thanks to her succubus nature, grabbed Viscera's ankles and pulled her tight towards her mirroring what the hellhound was doing.

Both demonesses slowed down as their grinding became more and more precise, rubbing their clit's against one of each other's lower lips, arching more and more until they couldn't hold anymore and orgasm took them.

Just as the scissoring beauties started to scream and tremble from their wonderful climax, Storm let out an almost painful neigh with the full force of his lungs just as he exploded inside his beloved.

Meadow's petite body, especially lovingly squashed under Storm's weight as it was, just couldn't hold the utterly maddening amount of cum flowing into her.

Jets of thick warm cum shot from her pussy, splashing all over the mattress just below them.

Storm kept pressing his hips down on her, his wet and cum stained testes twitching furiously as inhuman load after load of his seed were shot inside the breathless Meadow, who's body had tensed up so much it seemed about to snap, her toes and knuckled white by how much they were being pulled inwards while she held on with arms and legs to her husband as if her life depended on it.

The stallion slowly relaxed, but did not stop orgasming, giving her a few more slow but deep and forceful thrusts with his hips.

Each smash splattered further cum all over the bed behind them, as if someone was smashing a bucket full of cream with a mallet.

Viscera and Desire, trembling and basking in the afterglow, looked at the newlyweds with lascivious smiles, thinking to themselves how much they wanted a taste of that.

The hellhound beauty dropped one of her ears while still panting and enjoying the warm slickness of Desire's pussy against hers, a realisation had finally landed in her head.

"She changed for him..." Viscera said to herself.

Desire nodded, quickly understanding what she meant.

"Yes, maybe because his passion for her was the trigger, or maybe because she truly wanted it before without knowing, she knew Storm wanted her exactly as she was... but capable of being his mare without fear..." said the succubus, liking her lips.

"How romantic," said Viscera with a smirk.

"Do you want me to find you a hellhound to marry?" said Desire, teasing her lover with her tail still in Viscera's little ass.

"I would rather marry you, slut..." said Viscera with her ears down and a genuinely sincere expression.

Desire swooned, for Astaroth owned her very soul for all time, but her succubus nature made her keen to satiate the desires of others.

"I am Master Astaroth's Queen and he owns me body and soul..." she said, using the sweetest words she could muster, "but you know he revels in our passion and happiness..."

"So if you are ok with him owning me... I would still love to marry you, sweet puppy," said the succubus with a glowing smile on her face.

Viscera's ears perked and her tail wagged.

"Then let's ask the Master to marry us when he is back..." said the hellhound with palpable excitement, "and we will worship him together as thanks..."

A lewd smile was drawn on Desire's face, her head already flooding with ideas for their wedding.

Viscera slowly managed to pull herself from between Desire's legs, and moved to the top of the bed, spooning Desire from behind while wagging so hard she seemed about to take off.

The succubus queen relaxed in her lover's arms, looking with curiosity and pride at the newlyweds.

Storm had knelt on the bed, his dick still so deeply embedded inside Meadow that his flared tip had lifted his wife's hips from the mattress, her body dangling from his phallus like a used condom.

Meadow was utterly gone, her eyes blank and half hidden into her skull, her tongue dropping out of her mouth while she drooled mindlessly in between difficult breaths.

Everything below her breasts was bloated with her husband's cum, making her look like a waterskin about to burst, the raging essence of Storm's seed hammering her rearranged insides trying to make it into every one of her cells as if they were an egg ready to be fertilised.

There was no doubt in the succubus' mind, Meadow would be carrying foals very soon. It was unlikely that this load wouldn't take thanks to their fiendish essences, but even if it didn't, the cute mare was sure to be begging to be savagely pounded like this again as soon as she regained her senses.

"Congratulations big boy," Desire said to the stallion, "you will have foals very soon I think..."

Storm gave her a radiant smile before caressing his still happily mind broken wife.

"Thank you Mistress Desire," he said, placing a hand on his chest, "we are forever in your debt, we are yours if you ever need us..."

The succubus and her beloved hellhound looked at each other and grinned.

"You're so sweet, Storm," said Desire with a smile, "the only thing I ask of you is that you take care of Meadow and raise your foals healthy and happy..."

Storm's ears twitched again as he smiled and slowly lifted Meadow, who leaked all over them like a broken waterskin, holding her against his massive chest.

"Although..." said Desire biting her lip, "we both would very much enjoy if you could fuck us like you just fucked your wife..."

Both demonesses looked at him with fiery lustful eyes.

"It seems Meadow needs a moment to recuperate, Mistress Desire..." he said lovingly, placing her on the side of the bed, her body still twitching as if more orgasms were shooting through her.

"Which means I am all yours until she needs me again..." he said, returning their lustful look as his raging erection returned.

"Well then..." said Desire, "let's get to it..."

It might take the two demonesses longer than expected to have that little night alone they had planned, but they didn't mind, their new friends had helped them grow even closer... and their pussies were aching for the stallion's railing.

What a wonderful and passion filled day it was going to be...

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